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Half-dragged extra batteries to the radar room. Baird hooked them in. The universe outside the ship again appeared filled with brilliantly colored dots of light which were stars. More satisfying, the globe-scanners again reported no new objects anywhere. Nothing new within a quarter million miles. A half-million. Later Baird reported: "Radars report no strange objects within a million miles of the _Niccola_, sir." "_Except the ship we're welded to! But you are doing very well. However, microphones say there is movement inside the Plumie._" Diane beckoned for Baird's attention to a screen, which Baird had examined before. Now he stiffened and motioned for her to report. "We've a scanner, sir," said Diane, "which faces what looks like a port in the Plumie s
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